Friday night witnessed the opening night of Midsumma, Melbourne's gay and lesbian cultural festival, at Federation Square. I've never been so glad to have been invited to the VIP opening drinks in my life, given that they were held in airconditioned comfort, as it was a horribly hot, muggy and humid night. Hurrah for being a media slut!
The opening itself was, I can happily say, the best Midsumma opening I've ever attended, with live bands, comedy and roaming performers entertaining the masses (although your more conservative gay types seemed slightly confronted by the live bands).
Afterwards, in the company of three lovely gentlemen - Graeme, Mick and Cam - we drove down the coast to Blairgowrie, on the Mornington Peninsula, where Cam's parents have a holiday house at which our mutual friend Glen was celebrating his birthday.
What a lovely weekend it was! There was drinking, drinking games, swimming in the surf at the Portsea back beach despite the rain, ridiculously cute lifesafers in speedos, hot surfie boys in boardshorts, complex games of trivial pursuit, more drinking, en-masse skinny-dipping as a consequence of said drinking, a drunken argument between the birthday boy and one of his guests as a result of an unflattering nickname that Glen had bestowed upon him, wildly expensive pizzas, stunning cloudscapes, lighting flickering on the horizon, excellent company, and much more.
The one sour note (apart from this morning's hangover - damn those wildly revealing drinking games!) was the fact that the one bloke in our poofter posse who I was actually interested in ended up hooking up with another of the gang rather than myself, but hey, you can't have everything - or everyone, as the case may be. Maybe I should be make my interest more obvious next time...
That said, my very mild case of jealousy was ameliorated by the fact that the two lads in question barely said a word to each other this morning - and no, I wasn't gloating, I was far too hungover for anything so energetic!
Then tonight, while running a couple of new anti-virus programs on this computer, I once again sobbed my heart out while rewatching Brokeback Mountain - the mastery of that film gets me every time.
I hope your weekend was as pleasent?
3 comments:
i love reading your new labels, tricky - beach, birthday, gay, weekend. sounds suspiciously like the plot for a film that requires none.
AND it hurts when you like someone and they kiss someone else. even if it's all a whim, it stings.
*hugs*
AND BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, masterful indeed. i don't think i could ever get through it without crying. it's pavlovian now - i choke up when i hear the theme...
Sounds like a great weekend of leisure and titillation...
And on missing out on the boy you had a crush on...chin up and move on, the world is full of too many good men to settle for afterthoughts...
...just a thought
mskp - stinging whims? Sounds worse than nettles!
and thanks, paul - he's a nice bloke, but he probably wouldn't have been interested anyway, even if I had let my somewhat impromptu feelings be known - he probably doesn't date bloggers. ;-)
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